Biologists Want Your Blood

A quick vignette of a passing interaction at work.

Photo by Luan Oosthuizen

I snagged my finger on a sharp edge and yelled, “Ouch! Sonofabitch!”

A biologist coworker – sounding perhaps too eager – said, “What’s wrong? Are you bleeding?”

What I said: “No, I’m alright.”

What I thought: Stay back! There’s no blood! Damned vulture biologists! Always trying to make multiple-assed monkeys with the blood of the unsuspecting!

Yeah … I should really keep my thoughts on the inside.

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